Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Panama and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Minutemen to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
Deadbeat,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Hood,
B.T. Express,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
Wings,
Black Pus,
the Association,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
Organ,
Derrick May,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gories,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.